| Sinister echoes clutching at straws
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| Letter boxes screaming
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| You try to pin him to the wall
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| You end up on the ceiling
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| Locked in a dome
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| The shadows flicker by
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| He’s the madcap pusher
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| Delerium the drug he’s dealing
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| He drops a capsule in your drink
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| And spikes your dreams with madness
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| He’s the sniper in the hills
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| Hiding the holes in your head
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| He’s the poison in your poison
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| The razor in your head
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| Hanging on a picture
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| Eyelid needle and thread
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| You empty yourself once again
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| But he’s always one step ahead
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| He whispers in your ear
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| Was it nothing that you said
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| He’s walking in your sleep now
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| He keeps your fat paranoia well-fed
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| He drops a capsule in your drink
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| And spikes your dreams with madness
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| The sanity assassin
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| Stays up all night stalking
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| The sanity assassin
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| Picks off victims like flies
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| The sanity assassin
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| Let his fingers do the walking
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| The sanity assassin
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| The crack shot between your eyes
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| He’s got you in his sights
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| He drops a capsule in your drink
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| And spikes your dreams with madness
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| The razor in your head
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| He’s the poison in your poison
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| Drops a capsule in your drink |